| E L S P E T H “Wake up, lass.”
The words dance around me in that winter graveyard, a wind that stirred my mane as the screams subsided into weeping.
“Shh, Ellie, I’ve got ye.”
This promise stirred me and I shifted beneath the warm weight draped across me - my mind desperately trying to use it as a lifeline to claw its way out of the abyss that I had sunk into in my dreams. “No, no… she’s dead… she’s dead.” I mutter this, both inside and outside of my dream as I struggle towards consciousness - lingering between the chilly, death world of my dreams and the warmth of what waited for me outside of them.
I’m trembling in both worlds but I find that it is fading because I’m behind held in one of those worlds - someone, somewhere, is alive and with me. The one who was speaking to me, who was helping me wake, if only I could manage that last little bit. I want to shut my eyes and forget the scene before me, where my mate and child lie in puddles of their own blood, but I know that I can’t. It’s made out of memories that I will never be able to shake.
“They’re dead.” I whispered finally, my golden eyes flashing open with the final syllable - and I scrambled to my feet and stumbled a few shaky steps before finding that I wasn’t in that wintery scene. I was on top of a mountain, in a peaceful meadow at night, and there was a comforting presence near me.
My pale head finally stopped turning about and I struggle to get my rapid heartbeat to calm when my gaze found him. “Calder?” I breathed his name as confusion clouded my expression - taking a step back toward him but I quickly found that my legs couldn’t be trusted and I teeter where I stand. I want to apologize to him, realizing now that he had been trying to comfort me and I had twisted away from his touch, but the words stuck in my throat.
I'm awake but I can't escape the images, the memories.
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